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Teddy Hyde - Sick Crowd (Lyrics)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Teddy Hyde
Teddy Hyde
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edward Theodore Crowley
Edward Theodore Crowley
Songwriter

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I'm unstable, I'm a mess Are words that came to mind I'm unable to regret The words that came to life It's a game where we pretend I never crossed the line He's a neighbour, she's a friend A perfect compromise This town is running with a Sick crowd, running with a Sick crowd, running with a Sick crowd This town is running with a Sick crowd, running from a Thick cloud, running with a Sick crowd This town is begging for a Dismount, from another Big mouth Sick crowd She's a victim, she's a threat A tightrope conga line When you know that there's a net You might just fall to fly I'm addicted, I'm obsessed With making you complete Nothing can hold me back Except the lack of sleep This town is running with a Sick crowd, running with a Sick crowd, running with a Sick crowd This town is running with a Sick crowd, running from a Thick cloud, running with a Sick crowd This town is begging for a Dismount, from another Big mouth I've been Stuck in my ways Stuck in my ways Stuck in my ways Stuck in my ways Stuck in my ways Stuck in my ways Stuck in my ways Stuck in my ways Stuck in my ways (this town is running with a) Stuck in my ways (Sick crowd, running from a) Stuck in my ways (Thick cloud, running with a) Stuck in my ways (Sick crowd) Stuck in my ways (this town is running with a) Stuck in my ways (Sick crowd, running from a) Stuck in my ways (Thick cloud, running with a) Sick crowd
Writer(s): Edward Theodore Crowley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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